Ben doesn't know what fresh linen and jasmine smell like, and it's a lot. The sea air, the smell of Klaus' detergent, the hair product, generally everything is a lot, and he's kind of trying to figure out how to make it all make sense without it overwhelming his senses. For the most part, he's doing okay, but then he gets caught off guard, sometimes.
The touch to his shoulder nearly makes him collapse into it, because again, it's so solid and present and easy. Klaus doesn't have to fight to do this, he can reach out and grab him, anytime. "I think, a week? I kept seeing you, but I thought it was my brain going nuts," he admits. "I'm still not exactly unconvinced that it's less alternate dimension and more purgatory. I mean, how do you know you're not dead? That this isn't just what comes next?"
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Date: 2021-01-01 11:39 pm (UTC)The touch to his shoulder nearly makes him collapse into it, because again, it's so solid and present and easy. Klaus doesn't have to fight to do this, he can reach out and grab him, anytime. "I think, a week? I kept seeing you, but I thought it was my brain going nuts," he admits. "I'm still not exactly unconvinced that it's less alternate dimension and more purgatory. I mean, how do you know you're not dead? That this isn't just what comes next?"